[ The space smells like leather and untouched props, alcohol mixed with a woman's perfume. Not the most pleasant scent for a brothel room, but that's probably the point.
Without touching anything that seems too suspect (he's not going anywhere near the rumpled-looking bed), Iorveth laughs and backs himself against the nearest bookshelf, as per Astarion's suggestion. ]
Yes, yes. You're very fearsome.
[ Hard to playact the role of a terrified elf being cornered by a vampire when he's the one that made the drunken suggestion in the first place. Still, whatever entices Astarion to sink his teeth in him, he supposes.
Turning his head, Iorveth bares his neck. Blearily, he can make out "One Night in Nashkel" sitting primly near his ear. ]
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Without touching anything that seems too suspect (he's not going anywhere near the rumpled-looking bed), Iorveth laughs and backs himself against the nearest bookshelf, as per Astarion's suggestion. ]
Yes, yes. You're very fearsome.
[ Hard to playact the role of a terrified elf being cornered by a vampire when he's the one that made the drunken suggestion in the first place. Still, whatever entices Astarion to sink his teeth in him, he supposes.
Turning his head, Iorveth bares his neck. Blearily, he can make out "One Night in Nashkel" sitting primly near his ear. ]
Now hurry, before I get impatient.